"That's right, I just want revenge." A sneer appeared on Holsang's face, and he said quietly: "That Raymond, taking advantage of the fact that he is King Andor's nephew, pretends to be powerful and does evil all day long. I am in the underground city.
When we were young, we were often bullied by him. And Shatong, the general you admire the most, did not treat us as human beings at all, he treated us as humble ants."
Najie said: "You are trapped in the underground city. It is the overseers who are imprisoning and abusing you. What does it have to do with General Shatong?"
"A few years ago, several workers and I wanted to escape, but Shatong targeted us. He not only arrested us, but also beat us and humiliated us. A friend of mine who was already weak and sick could not bear the torture and died.
It's in his hands." Horsang recalled the past, clenching his fists tightly, with tears shining in his eyes.
Najie argued with some guilt: "We in Huailin City spent a lot of money to buy you workers, and you just run away. How can we just sit back and watch?"
"Buy? We are just like you Hronk people, we are all living people! Why do you treat us as goods without autonomy?" Dr. Holsang said angrily, "If it is your relatives and friends who are being abused,
Will you still speak so lightly? If you don't treat us Chuanning people as human beings, then don't blame us for rising up in resistance."
Najie stared at Horsang with a complicated expression. After a while, he said: "Actually, after we fainted that day, you could have killed us. Since you hate us Hronks so much, why did you keep us?
A life? Is it just to humiliate us and let us experience your situation?"
Horsang chuckled lightly and said: "No. I only attack people who have hurt me. I have old grudges with Raymond and Sha Tong, and it is retribution for them to fall into my hands. And you are just
You are obeying orders and fulfilling the responsibilities entrusted to you by King Andor. There is no need for me to kill you."
Najie did not expect that Horsang would answer like that. He was stunned for a moment and said: "You are a traitor who deceives superiors and conceals things from others, and has ulterior motives. How can you still have so many principles?"
Horsang's face became a little gloomy, and he said: "I am not a Hronc in the first place, so how can I be called a traitor? Najie, in fact, I want to save your life, but it's a pity that you have to do it yourself.
Even if you risk death and dare to shout those words that offend King Andor on the street, who can save you now?"
"I'm too stupid. I was used as a knife and didn't realize it." A bleak smile appeared on Najie's face. He was silent for a while, and seemed to have suddenly made up his mind. He stood upright tremblingly.
body, and then slowly knelt down. His scarred legs were in contact with the cold ground, and every inch of his skin was aching.
"Little brother, what do you mean?" Horsang looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Najie said in a deep voice: "I know there is no way I can make it out alive, and tomorrow will be the day I die. I will go on the road simply and without complaining to anyone. Dr. Holsang, just think of me as Tisha
Please repay your sins with General Tong. You are thoughtful and resourceful, while General Shatong is a warrior. Although he is brave and good at fighting, he is impulsive and reckless. He is not your opponent at all. Please show your kindness and spare him."
Horsang said coldly: "There is always a wrongdoer and a debtor. It was Shatong who killed my companion, not you, so why should you pay with your life? What's more, you offended King Anduo, so you will be in great trouble, and
It’s not because of him.”
"Why did I suddenly lose control in the past few days, and even attack and insult King Andor? Doctor, you know this very well, don't you? It was because of your hatred that I was unreasonably implicated and was killed.
But now, I no longer want to argue, I will die happily. Please also wipe off all these past grudges after my death." Najie knelt on the cold ground and said solemnly.
He kowtowed in the direction of Horsang.
Horsang hunched over and walked slowly in front of him. "Why, why do you want to defend Shatong in every possible way? He is bloodthirsty, cruel and murderous. How can you be worthy of your loyalty to him?"
Najie said: "When we fought against King Yuchuan's army, I almost died in the hands of Miyun. It was General Shatong who saved me. The grace of saving my life is unforgettable. I have long decided to die.
Everyone follows and supports him."
"You are a person who repays kindness and values kindness." Dr. Holsang said with emotion. He paced back and forth in the dark and cramped cell, and after a long while he said: "Okay, I promise you.
As long as Shatong doesn't cause any trouble to me in the future, I won't take his life."
Najie kowtowed again and said, "Thank you Dr. Holsang."
Holsang took out a bottle of wine and two small glasses from his bag, pointed to the chair opposite and said, "Sit down. You've knocked over this meal, so you won't be able to enjoy it. But you can still have a drink."
, warm yourself up.”
Najie supported the ground with both hands and stood up awkwardly. He sat on the old chair and filled the cup with wine. "I heard that King Anduo thought of me for my bloody battle for Huailin City.
Your Majesty, I am willing to leave a whole body for me, and prepare to ask the jailer to bring me poison tomorrow morning. I am told that after taking the poison, I will be in excruciating pain, just like suffering from the pain of thousands of arrows piercing the heart. I drink more wine, maybe I will be drunk.
If you can numb it a little, it won't hurt so much."
Najie's expression was a little sad, but he didn't show any panic. He had been a soldier for several years and was used to bloodshed and sacrifice, and he was prepared for death. But he didn't expect that he would die in this dark place.
In a cramped cell, you will leave with guilt and humiliation on your shoulders.
He looked at Horsang with some hatred in his heart after all. But now he was bruised and weak, and even an old man like him couldn't be hurt at all. Once he made a rash move and failed, Horsang might even be angry with the sand.
Same general.
Najie clutched the wine glass, with a sad smile on his lips. This was his life, he could not escape death.
He looked at Horsang's gray hair and his stooped waist, and his eyes stayed on his arms covered with dark brown scars. He couldn't help but recall the scene where they oppressed the workers in the past.
He once felt compassion for those poor workers, but over time, when most people oppressed and insulted these outsiders, he gradually became numb. He would feel that his bullying behavior was reasonable.
Because almost everyone is doing it.
Najie drank the wine in one gulp and murmured to himself: "Maybe, this is retribution."
